Make It Out Lil Durk
"Make It Out" by Lil Durk, released in 2021, is a #HipHop track that explores themes of resilience, ambition, and overcoming adversity. The lyrics reflect Durk's journey from struggles to success, emphasizing the importance of perseverance. The song features melodic flows and emotional storytelling, resonating with listeners facing similar challenges. Its impact highlights the struggles of urban life and the pursuit of dreams.
[Intro]
But if I call you my brother, that mean you my brother, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nothin' more, nothin' less, family
I've been hearin' too many rumors in these streets, niggas sayin' they gon' kill us, rob us, all that
But it be the niggas that been around us, you know what I'm sayin'? Or be around us
We ain't gon' slip up, we ten toes (Remy)
You know what I'm sayin'? You know we gotta make it out
That's how they go get it (Will-Will-Will-William), yeah
[Chorus]
I get so high, I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably
You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
And she tryna chase a bag, foe, I had to leave
But two wrongs don't make it right
Get with your dog and make it right
[Verse 1]
We do pop-ups, had my back when I was locked up
I was Glocked up, niggas hate 'cause they can't stop us, no, no
We was turnt up, gang war, can't knock us
Slidin' in no DMs, tryna slide up on the oppers, yeah
I'm so nauseous off them drugs, too high off them Percocets
Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn't focused yet
We'll rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
Extort your big homie like we from LAX
I was so high, I wish I replied to L'A text
But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
I was dressin' my homies up for they funerals
Holdin' on they OGs tight, they did the most
Duckin' from investigation, tryna keep my reputation
Give 'em my expiration, lookin' for inspiration
Pray for my generation, fuck 12, them bitches racist
Bought 'Raris just to race it, yeah, yeah
But if I call you my brother, that mean you my brother, you know what I'm sayin'?
Nothin' more, nothin' less, family
I've been hearin' too many rumors in these streets, niggas sayin' they gon' kill us, rob us, all that
But it be the niggas that been around us, you know what I'm sayin'? Or be around us
We ain't gon' slip up, we ten toes (Remy)
You know what I'm sayin'? You know we gotta make it out
That's how they go get it (Will-Will-Will-William), yeah
[Chorus]
I get so high, I put these drugs into my system
I love you with all my heart, ain't no probably
You choose your life over your son, that shit killed him
I never asked you for anything, just your honesty
How you trade on me like that? I'm your family
And she tryna chase a bag, foe, I had to leave
But two wrongs don't make it right
Get with your dog and make it right
[Verse 1]
We do pop-ups, had my back when I was locked up
I was Glocked up, niggas hate 'cause they can't stop us, no, no
We was turnt up, gang war, can't knock us
Slidin' in no DMs, tryna slide up on the oppers, yeah
I'm so nauseous off them drugs, too high off them Percocets
Tryna follow behind my cousin, I wasn't focused yet
We'll rob the robbers, kill the killers, label us a threat
Extort your big homie like we from LAX
I was so high, I wish I replied to L'A text
But we had jumped into them streets and made a mess
I was dressin' my homies up for they funerals
Holdin' on they OGs tight, they did the most
Duckin' from investigation, tryna keep my reputation
Give 'em my expiration, lookin' for inspiration
Pray for my generation, fuck 12, them bitches racist
Bought 'Raris just to race it, yeah, yeah
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